Judge, 1932-05-28 · page 10 of 36
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# "Judging the Sports" This satirical piece mocks wealthy spectators at horse racing who make ostentatious bets and display their riches. The main narrative follows a narrator who encounters "Rubber Watch" Joe, a smooth-talking tout (racing advisor) who steers him toward betting tips at Jamaica race track. The satire targets: - **Wealthy British visitors** like Gordon Selfridge, who flaunt money and make showy bets - **Post-WWI hoarding concerns**: references to people hiding money in socks rather than circulating it - **Class pretension**: Joe's slick "savoir faire" contrasts with his rat-like appearance - **Gullibility**: The narrator repeatedly bets on Joe's recommendations with middling results The joke is that despite Joe's confident advice ("Always back the long shot"), the bets underperform—suggesting that flashy confidence and insider tips are unreliable. The cartoon satirizes both wealthy show-offs and the con-artist types who prey on them at racetracks.
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